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Aug 2018
8.
I am choking back my tears,
hoping to get myself in gear
but felicity is nowhere near.
I'm falling and cracking and
mind peace is lacking.

I'm bearing all as my curse,
feels like an injured racehorse
and nothing could be worse.
I scream angrily, madly and
feeling so deeply.

Wanna run away somewhere,
I don't want anyone to care
I just know that my heart's on fire.
Still I'm alright,
ready to reach new heights
to shine even bright.
Aishwarya Ezhava
Written by
Aishwarya Ezhava  21/F/INDIA
(21/F/INDIA)   
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